The Photos Disney Characters Would Take If They Had Instagram Accounts by Simona Bonafini.
i love this tbh
Still to this day my favorite comic
to people that sleep with their bedroom doors open:you are brave but you are going to die young
"Careful there, mate," came the voice he hadn’t heard in almost fifteen years, and he took a step back and looked at the man in front of him, who released his shoulders and beamed.
"Christ, you’re old," said James before Sirius could speak. "Not as old as I’d like to you be, though, I have to say," he added, and Sirius saw that his grin, unchanged, looked strained.
"I’m - dead?"
And, for as long as he’d missed his best friend, now he hoped that he would wake up. He had been knocked out, badly hurt, and he was imagining James - because he could see nothing else, just space, and James was exactly as he’d seen him last, same clothes, twenty-one -
James nodded, and Sirius felt as if he’d taken a great blow to the stomach.
"I want to go back," he said, quietly at first, then louder, frantic: "I need to go back! Harry’s there -"
James’ hands grabbed at him again as he looked around wildly, searching for an exit, a way out: there were things worth dying for, but there were still things worth living for, too, or at least there was Harry, and Harry was both. He couldn’t leave him there to Bellatrix, and Voldemort too, probably, not again, he was going to be there this time …
"Hey," he heard James say, and realised his eyes were stinging. He brushed impatiently at them with his sleeve and shook his head.
"They’ll say I shouldn’t have gone."
"Yeah, probably," James agreed, patting his arm in a comforting manner, "but I’ll bet Harry was glad you were there."
"Until now." A horrible thought struck him. "Shit, I bet he blames himself - it wasn’t his fault -"
James did not say anything, but looked weary. Sirius wondered if he and Lily had, somehow, been able to watch all that was going on; if they had seen their son suffer, for years, and felt utterly helpless, like he felt now.
It occurred to him that their reunion ought to be more joyous.
"I don’t wish I was here," he said, stumbling over the words, "but - it - it’s good to see you, mate."
James smiled properly - he was so young - and they hugged, awkwardly; they had never been ones for hugging, but feeling that James was real, or at least as real as he was - there, not disappearing as soon as he returned to wakefulness - it was good.
"It’s been a long time, Mr. Padfoot."
"Too long, Mr. Prongs."
They grinned at each other. It had been too long. In a perfect world, Harry would have grown up with his parents and godfather, and the brothers would never have been separated; Sirius would never have seen James’ body sprawled on the ground. They had lost too much for this to be a happy reunion.
Sirius thought about the battle, perhaps still raging on, perhaps having claimed more victims, and looked around again.
"If I could go back," said James, watching him, "in a heartbeat, I would. Even just for a little while … see my boy again …"
His voice faltered and cracked.
"You know - he looks just like you."
"Some people have all the luck."
Sirius snorted. “Just like you. Except his eyes,” he added, and he glanced about him once more, but this time he didn’t look for an exit. “Where is Lily? Shouldn’t there be more people?” They’d lost enough. It would be nice, he thought, to see Lily again; he had missed her more than he would have imagined before her death. And Regulus. Maybe.
Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to finally be - at peace. No one to hide from, no one shutting him away.
"Oh, this isn’t where you go," said James. "I’m just collecting you."
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